Wah-Wah-Wednesday!

Okay, that was quite likely the single dumbest thing I've ever titled anything.

Anyway.  So what's Wednesday supposed to be anyway?  I totally cannot remember.  I'm hyper right now, by the way.  I don't know why; I'm tired as hell.  But somehow here I sit, hyper and annoying.  HAH! As if I'm ever anything but annoying.
No, I'm kidding.  That in itself is annoying, and I didn't really mean it.  Well, I might have sorta meant it, but never mind.  I don't hate myself that much.

OH! BOOKS!  Duh.  I knew that.

So this is a book I just got done reading--All Q, No A: More Tales of a 10th-Grade Social Climber by Lauren Mechling and Laura Moser.

Funny... I never realized it was cowritten...

Anyway.  Yeah.  It's the sequel to "Rise and Fall of a 10th-Grade Social Climber" which I read... as a sophomore, actually, hahaha.  Maybe a freshman?  It seems like it was a really long time ago.  But I'm pretty sure it was last year.

It wraps up a lot of loose ends from the first book, which is good, because I remember longing desperately for more at the time, haha.  But it's got its own little plot, and it must've been what I was looking for at the time when I picked it up at the library, because I read it in 2.5 days.  Haha.  I used to do that a lot.  Now it takes me awhile longer to read things because I get so side tracked.  But it's a good read, definitely.  If you've read the first one, you'll want to pick up the 2nd.

It's a painfully bright book in reality, if you can't tell from the picture.  It's several decibels brighter, actually.  HOT PINK AND LIME GREEN.  It's a little hard on the eyes.

Anyway.  It's called Feeling Sorry for Celia by Jaclyn Moriarty, and it's actually an Australian book!  Takes place in Australia and everything.  I think it's really cool.

But it's written entirely in letter/note format.  It's great.  She gets notes and letters from all of these funny little societies (not really, it's basically just like, story information/filler and stuff. It's hard to explain) and then these strange, random notes from her mother.  And then her English teacher has decided that kids need to relearn the joy of the envelope, so he's making them write letters back and forth to kids in the school a few blocks away.  So pretty much, this complete stranger very soon knows more about her than anybody else and gets in on her struggles with her best friend, Celia, who... well... her family's one of those weird "free spirit" families that you see around?  Where the mom thinks that anything her baby does is absolutely joyous and she has every right to explore her own world of her own volition in her own way.  It kind of becomes a disaster.  Hence the title.  But I'm not quite finished with it, so I'm anxious to see how it ends

And to get it returned to the libary! It's due on the 19th, but I'm not going to be here! ACK!  I need to get it there somehow... oi.

And then I'm reading book 7 in my kinky Laurell K. Hamilton series.  It's really good.  Dramatic, obviously; is Hamilton anything but?  Regardless, I'm not reading it very actively right now because I've gotten into a light-reading phase.  It's hanging out in my purse, actually.  So it's not like I never read it, haha.  Just not as much lately.

AND I STILL HAVE TO READ DEATHWISH! GOD!  Erg.  I need to do that.  I promised Tara that I'd bring it with me when I went to see her, but I haven't finished it and that's just dumb.  =/  She'll want to discuss it and I won't be able to because I'm not DONE!  I need to read more.  =/

Anyway, that's about it for the time being.  I've only got so much material that I'm actually reading.  I've got a lot of material, but I'm only reading them a couple at a time.  It's vaguely ridiculous.  haha...

Until next time, with love,
--Emily
~xoxo~

"Arise and be all that you dreamed, all that you dreamed."
--Arise: Flyleaf (Momento Mori)

Post playlist (http://www.pandora.com/):
Feel Good Drag--Anberlin: Never Take Friendship Personal
Bruised--Jack's Mannequin: Everything in Transit
Marching Bands of Manhattan--Death Cab for Cutie: Plans
You--Switchfoot: The Early Years 1997-2000
Bring Me to Life--Thousand Foot Krutch: Welcome to the Masquerade
Dying to Live--Jonah 33: The Heart of War
Ignition--TobyMac: Portable Sounds

So I can't really remember what Tuesday--oh yeah.  Celebrity day... oofta...  How about not?

New Tuesday topic!

I'm going to do random album art reviews.  Not the album, just the artwork.  Hahaha.  Well, more like just the cover.  For example:

I don't get it.  I mean, really.  Like, is that supposed to be attractive?  Check out those freakin lips!

I don't really know anything about her music at all.  I don't think I've ever really listened to her.  But she's a rapper, so I really don't care.  I'm not into that style...or that look.

Oh, PS--nice mole.  (Not that she can necessarily help it, but it kinda looks dumb to be SO exaggerated. Anyway.)

And as for Thriving Ivory's album, the artwork is the only reason I picked it up.  It looked really interesting, so I went with it.  Besides, it was only like, $10 at Target.  It was a band that initially I was like "are you kidding me?" but they grew on me really fast.  (=

Oh, and a couple of them are pretty cute.  They're pictured on the back of the disk.  That helped a little. haha

Jeffree Star, I love you, but for an album called Beauty Killer, you really could've done a lot more, you know what I'm saying?  Yeah.  Exactly.
I mean, don't get me wrong, Aubrey Hepburn peeking from behind a seriously-fake bloody hand is pretty hot, and your hair and makeup are flawless as always.
But I just feel like there was more you could have done.  Sorry.  I was vaguely disappointed.  I was actually hoping that the cover you used for your Prisoner single for this, but you didn't.  Ah well.  The album is amazing, just like you.  And the cover is pretty cool, not gonna lie.

Mika is so adorable, and his music is upbeat and super poppy and energetic and rockin... and his album art just screams that to the world, doesn't it?  I get a super-happy vibe from this album art.  And I rather adore him.  So there we are!

I am running out of time in my English class, but I'll do one more.

Sooooo... I don't know.  Maybe it's just me, but my favorite German boy band isn't anywhere near as boy-bandy as they used to be, and I'm very good with that. In fact, I prefer it.  I was personally beginning to get really sick of Scream, just saying.  And the cover of this thing is just... bizarro.  Doesn't say boy band at all does it?  Haha, I knew instantly upon looking at it that it was Bill, though.  =P  Hottie...  Even though he is semi-androgynous, I still think he's really hawt.  Don't ask me why, because I couldn't say.

But the album art is interesting. Definitely.  Good job, guys.

Post Playlist (http://www.pandora.com/):

Ever Dream--Nightwish: Century Child
Senses Capture--Leaves' Eyes: Elegy EP
The Fortunate--Cartel: Cartel
Find a New Way--Young Love: Too Young to Fight It
Guilty Pleasure--Cobra Starship: ¡Viva La Cobra!
Hey Brittany--Forever the Sickest Kids: Underdog Alma Matter
Umbrella--All Time Low: Punk Goes Crunk

BLAAAAHHHHHHH

So I'm a cheerleader.  Have I told y'all that?  Oh, and I also say "y'all".  (Have I told you that too?)  Well, I am, and I do.  So there.  And my first game is tonight.  Ugh.  I'm pretty sure I forgot something, but I don't know what.  I can't come up with anything.  Uniform, dickie, spankies, socks, shoes, makeup, elastics, perfume... I don't think I need anything else, do I?  And I left the lotion I've been using recently because it's a tanning stuff--that isn't really doing anything, by the way; thought I'd mention--so I didn't bring that.  It's really the only thing I'd need.

I lost my Zune.  It's in my room somewhere, I'm sure, I just don't know where I left it!  UGH!  And I found it a month ago and then lost it within the same fucking weekend.  I'm pissed.  Especially because since the last time I put music on it, I've bought, like, 10 CDs!  I've got 173 CDs now.  Hah.  And I'm not done either.  And my boyfriend is sending me an 80s CD! Hahaha.  I love it... But it's okay, because it's got our song on it.  ^.^  I can't believe I have a song...  Oh well.

I'm done talking now.

Until next time, With love,
--Emily
~xoxo~




Post playlist (pandora):
Listen to Your Friends--New Found Glory: Not Without a Fight
Far Away--Nickelback: All The Right Reasons
Never Even Told Me Her Name--Air Traffic: Fractured Life
One More Time--Danger Radio: Used and Abused
Staplegunned--The Spill Canvas: Denial Feels So Good

Writing, Ever Writing

So I started writing this story about a girl who got into a car accident "last month" and has amnesia.  The only shit she remembers is academic.  I have yet to decide if she knows anything about herself, but she doesn't know any of her family members or friends or anybody.  Everything social has been swept away.  I have also yet to decide if during the course of the story--because she moves, of course--there are triggers that cause her memories to start coming back, or if she just completely starts over.  That'd be hard, though--the latter option--because making friends gets hard... but yeah...  Who knows?  I don't even know what the real point of the story is yet.  It's kinda pathetic.

I don't know that I should really necessarily admit this, but I'm kind of writing a "slash" story.  In other words, about a couple of gay boys.  I don't know why, or what really possessed me.  But I'm doing it.  It's okay... I mean, the writing.  The story?  Couldn't say.  I've started it and now I only want to jump ahead to the idea that I've got... Basically where the narrator discovers the guy he's crushing on is also gay.  But I don't feel like taking the time to bother getting there right now and...

I don't know.  My brain is kind of scrambled right now.

One other thing, I started rewriting a vampire story that I started ages ago.  It's okay.  Could be better.  That's why I'm rewriting it; duh.  The basic plot is that these two kids, Morpheus and Trisha, move into town and Promise is elected to do the orientation.  Trisha's parents were human ambassadors in the last great Vampire-Lycanthrope war, so Promise is not a stranger to the truly fantastic.  Little does she realize, however, upon meeting these two, that they themselves would become a part of her twisted reality... and fate.  Soon Promise is leaving everything she knows behind for the sake of an old bargain she had nothing to do with.  Morpheus, Trisha, and Promise suddenly find themselves in a convoluted plot for takeover with Promise at the center of it.  Promise can either accept her new fate, or fight back.  Will Morpheus and Trisha take the side of what they've known for a century, or will they too step out into the unknown to fight for what they believe?

Is that like the back of a book cover or what?  Hah.  Triumph...or something like that.  I don't know.  Whatever...

Until next time, With love,
--Emily
~xoxo~

Thursday, and Boy Have I News for You!

I don't know why I bother with titles like that when no one reads this anyway.  Oh well.  If someone happens across this somehow, they're going to want things to be somewhat personal, right?  Or, well, maybe not.  I don't know.  Regardless, I talk to empty space, so... I'll address it to an imaginary audience anyway.  *le sigh*

ANYWAY.  I was slightly discouraged the other day when my "boyfriend" type guy-friend didn't give a rat's ass about my blog.  And I mean, that's fine and all, but... I just felt slightly dejected.  I pretended not to care anyway.  But that's really material for my blog, because as if any of you really want to hear this garbage.  I mean... I'm only a sixteen--17 in 21 days!--year old girl, you've gotta give me a break for having boy problems, you know.  *le sigh, AGAIN*  And you can be sure that there's more.  Trust me.  >/  I'm sick of boy drama. I tell ya.

ANYWAY!  Now I'm done talking about boys.  Because you don't care anyway.  As for my writing, you're going to get another sob story.  My school laptop, containing the majority of what I've been working on mostly lately, has gotten a terrible nasty virus that won't let me open anything, and my tech support thinks he's gonna have to reformat it.  Which will, of course, lose EVERYTHING I have there.  It's enough to make me want to cry, it really is.  *sniffle* No, not really sniffling, but it's sad all the same.  The worst part is that my chemistry teacher said HER tech support--because her home laptop got the SAME virus--that it's really easy to get rid of... so tomorrow they're going to try that and hopefully Mr. Fry won't have reformatted my stupid freakin' computer.  I hate technology just as much as boys sometimes.  Really.  But then, really, I love both loads the rest of the time, too, soooooo.... Ergh.  It's a love/hate relationship. It really is.  For them both, really. =/

So there you have it.  That's my writing knowledge for you this week.  And progress. I mean, I've written some, but it's just not.... eh.  I don't feel like mentioning my writing to empty space.  It's pointless.  IF you're reading this, I don't really think you're empty space, I promise; you're actually a quite good listener/reader if you've made it this far with me.  What a trooper.  You have my sincerest thanks.  (=

Until next time, With love,
--Emily
~xoxo~




Post Playlist (pandora):
I'm Like a Lawyer (Me and You)--Fall Out Boy (I'm Like a Lawyer (Me and You))
Catch Your Wave--The Click Five (Greetings from Imrie House)
Lessons in Breathing--The Method to My Medium (The Sincerities EP)
Bigger than Love--My Favorite Highway (How to Call a Bluff)